**TRIGGER WARNING**
He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't live with the hurt. He couldn't live without Scott. He couldn't live alone. And he was sick of trying. He was sick of living. He was tired. He was ready. He was ready to lay down and die. Nothing was going to stop him. It was too late for that, he had made up his mind.
Mitch picked up the bottle of neglected pills and the bottle of sleeping pills he had requested months before. He slowly went to the bathroom sink and filled a glass of water. He poured the first of the pills into his hands and swallowed. Then another... and another... and another... and another... another... another...another...another... when the first bottle of pills was finished he moved on to the second, swallowing every single one of those. Then he made it to his bed and layed down.
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Stitches ~ Scömìche
FanfictionEach chapter title will be a line from Stitches. Also, if you are easily triggered, I would refrain from reading. This story is an AU (Unedited) Mitch was taken from his life. As he grew in captivity he began to loathe the man who took him away from...
